IZABELLA
It was one of those nights when the urge to paint hit at random.
So I got up and changed into casual clothes I wouldn’t mind getting splattered with paint, then left my room for the studio.
It had been completed a few days ago and was stocked with all the paints and brushes I needed.
Thanks to Ignazio.
I felt a sense of satisfaction as I looked around and entered the room, not bothering to flick on the lights because of the moonlight streaming in.
And all I could think, was that everything looked exactly how I wanted.
I walked over to the stacked shelves and gathered the supplies I needed—palette, brushes…
My fingers hovered over the paints, but instead of picking my usual type, I plucked one of the bottles of acrylic paint off the shelf.
I was in the mood to make
